Luyện nghe bài hát Thisisme

"i love the way I am and can't nobody out change me" --> krs-one
(repeat 2x, then 2x with at the end of each line)
it out
Good morning... be at calm, I'm
Huh! me again
Is it me you're for? (yup)
For the beat, sweetly oblique
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I whistle
*attempt at psss, I'm only buggin
no dug in the crates, I dug in my nose
And picked a rhyme any rhyme I don't have any
To waste, I'm hip... don't even
To an easy travel now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you want some to read
buy from me
I got the flame like u-i-c but I be,
Some of the realest chillest cats you may see
In life if you get one
Rappers are jobs to me (why? ) because they get done
it comes I'm as able as cain to get raw
That's why the dj's mix me, I'm bust dickses
Not da bomb so save all your
I'm good to go and I'm rets
Rhymes I wrecks affects the
Down to the preps in the polos, the studs pros
Hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the
To folks with butters, rollers and rollers
Players plat studs with stocking caps I be rocking raps
Til I
Niggaz play my tape about as much as do craps
I'm on point, I celo, I see
Hi c, I'm at last
free man, free as the world be
And an early bird, I'm special
But you ain't that special, as investor
So to myself I say
I'm glad you had the patience, you better have the
thisisme
"i love the way I am and nobody out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup rony I'm that boney homey
From stoney (common) you me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
Talkin take it ez, and they was like "he hardcore!"
But hardcore is far more bats and gats
It stems back to the roots of true
It's gonna get me me, you get you you
What I look like, talkin about some I ain't do?
I ain't shoot nobody I ain't shank
I ain't nobody, it wasn't us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a and still don't have to show no gun
It takes one to know one, and no one can me
How to be, i'ma be me, aight?
I'm a man, now check it
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" -->
Common!
(repeat 3x)
*singing* sometimes, sometimes, I get a feeling!
When I'm chillin at the flat, at the wall
Wondering can I off of it, I'm off a bit
On the mic I be shit
But some say my talk make no sense
I'm to make the dollars, my momma told me
To go to school and be a scholar, but ain't for me
So even go there, I'm comin out of nowhere, to go where
Probably in about seven years, I won't have no
But not only am I the club president, I'm also a client
I come off a toupee, I still have to pay 2pc dark
A raider that lost the ark/arc, on the shot
But now when I shoot rock, I be all out of
My boy wanted to be a chef
But he went down south, and fell in call me love
love is gonna getcha i'ma getcha
I'm like b.j. my arm is strong and I ya
Styles from east to west, all the country
I'm like that big fat one niggaz catch bumpin
I probably would get more if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, me the gangsta of love!!!
I love music, I love my momma
I love myself, I you, and you love me
And -- I'm out
(krs sample in background)
Yo I wanna say to my moms, my grandmomma
Lil chandra, and john, yo rest in peace to my aunt
My sides moms, moms, dawn's moms, corey's moms
Who are these people be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs sample is cut and to end)